You put me in charge of the prison and turned all the female prisoners into female military goddesse

The land whale changed its posture.

Pull the bow horizontally, and place two arrows on the string, one on the left and one on the right.

From the nearby haystack, a caterpillar peeking out half its head, glanced at the scene, and then withdrew.

"it's useless."

She lowered her voice and said to the female prisoner next to her, "The other side has shields, guns, and crossbows. We need to think of a way to escape."

Before he could finish speaking...

Swoosh—swoosh—

Lu Jingsongxian.

Two arrows flew out.

It wasn't aimed at the enemy. The arrow grazed the edge of the stone groove in the wall, and with a snap, knocked down two torches.

The firelight dimmed.

The light in the cell instantly dimmed by half.

Immediately afterwards, a third arrow was fired, and with a snap, another one was knocked down.

The entire prison was mostly dark, with only a small ember flickering in a distant cell.

"It missed?" Mu Jiangli was stunned.

Qin Liniang also leaned out. She stared at the darkened cell, then looked back in Lu Jing's direction, her brows furrowing slightly.

The female prisoners nearby exchanged bewildered glances, nudged each other, and exclaimed in astonishment, "How could Lord Lu have missed?"

Opposite him, Lu Jing slung his bow over his shoulder, drew his sword from his waist with his left hand, and shouted towards the cell to his side:

"Jiang Duyue, throw stones at the enemy soldiers!"

Upon hearing the sound from the haystack, Jiang Duyue stood up immediately.

She turned her face to the side, her eyes covered by a white cloth, and her ears twitched slightly as she tilted her head toward the direction of Lu Jing's voice. Her lips pursed slightly, as if she were confirming some location.

"Okay." She only said one word.

Then squat down.

There were pebbles on the ground, which had naturally fallen from the wall. She picked up two at random, weighed them in her hand, and rubbed the edges of the pebbles between her fingertips.

On the other side, the five bandits were thrown into disarray by the sudden darkness.

"Fire! Where are the torches!"

"I can't see it, damn it!"

"Don't panic, don't panic, retreat to—"

Bang.

A pebble flew past, striking the speaking bandit right in the mouth. The man cried out and fell backward. The spear in his hand clattered to the ground, and he curled up, clutching his mouth, blood seeping from between his fingers.

"The one on the left is moving." Jiang Duyue listened intently, then picked up another stone. "Heavy footsteps, wearing armor."

She spoke Mandarin, her voice was not loud, but every word was clear.

Throw it out.

*Thud.* It hit the helmet. The bandit grunted, stumbled against the wall, and collapsed to his knees. He shook his head, trying to get up, but before he could stand, a second stone slammed into his back.

"There's another one, standing still." Jiang Duyue picked up another piece. "It's probably feeling its way along the wall."

A pebble flew out. Thud, it hit the man in the lower back. The man cried out and fell to the ground, trying to get up on his hands and feet, but a second pebble hit the back of his hand, and he fell back down.

Several bandits were thrown about by Jiang Duyue's stones. Shields tilted to one side, spear tips wobbled, some covered their faces and retreated, nearly slipping on the torches on the ground.

The darkness was filled with curses and footsteps, a complete mess.

Lu Jing watched from the side.

Jiang Duyue's pebbles broke up the formation. Now the five of them were fighting individually, and none of them could take care of the others.

The time has come.

He drew his knife and charged into the darkness.

His eyes are different. He still has that special ability from his past life; he can barely make out outlines in his field of vision.

The tilt of an enemy's shoulder as they move, the faint glint of light reflected from the blade, the curvature of the shield's edge—while not as clear as during the day, are sufficient for close-quarters combat.

Before the first swordsman and shield bearer could even get his footing, Lu Jing was already upon him. His sword slashed diagonally under the shield's edge, then he thrust upwards. The bearer's wrist was severed, the shield slipped from his grasp, and he was immediately struck on the neck.

thump.

The second swordsman tried to turn and run, but Lu Jing caught up in three steps and stabbed him in the lower back. The man lunged forward, crashed into the wall, slid down, and lay motionless.

The spearman tried to block the way with his long spear, but couldn't see his target in the darkness, and the spearhead missed its mark. Lu Jing dodged to the side and thrust his blade forward in the process.

puff.

The two spearmen fell one after the other.

The last crossbowman turned and ran up the stone steps. He stumbled and staggered, taking two steps at a time, and after climbing up, he disappeared into the exit without looking back.

Ran.

The cell fell silent. Only the bandits on the ground were still panting, but after a few breaths they stopped abruptly and could no longer breathe.

"Is it... over?" someone asked quietly from the haystack.

Lu Jing wiped the blood off his knife on the bandit's clothes and sheathed it. He walked to the top of the stone steps and glanced outside. Only after confirming that no one was coming back did he turn and walk back to the prison.

"grown ups!"

Qin Liniang was the first to crawl out of the haystack. She ran a couple of steps, then stopped, afraid of stepping on the corpses. Through the two fallen bandits, she shouted to Lu Jing, "Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

The female prisoners nearby also emerged from behind their bunkers, patting their chests and exhaling deeply. One girl, after patting her chest, started patting her thigh; her hands were shaking.

"If it weren't for Lord Lu, we would have..."

"Stop talking, stop talking, I wouldn't even dare to think about it."

Qin Liniang suddenly turned her head and looked at Mu Jiangli.

"Didn't you say it was useless?" She put her hands on her hips and took two steps forward. "Didn't you say it couldn't be shot through? Why aren't you saying that now?"

Mu Jiangli emerged from the haystack, brushed the bits of grass off her hair, and curled her lip: "Hmph."

"What are you humming about? Weren't you the one who said you were running away?"

"I wasn't wrong to say he ran away." Mu Jiangli turned her face away, refusing to look at her. "Who would have thought he'd put out the torch..."

Mu Jiangli muttered, "He's just... lucky."

Qin Liniang wanted to say something more, but Lu Jing raised her hand, and the two of them fell silent.

Lu Jing walked up to Jiang Duyue.

She stood at the cell door, still clutching the last pebble in her hand, listening intently. Hearing someone approach, she tilted her head.

"It's me," Lu Jing said.

"I know," she said, putting down the pebble. "I recognized the footsteps."

"Thank you for earlier. You threw it accurately."

Jiang Duyue nodded, her expression calm.

"I am indeed accurate at throwing stones. That's not a compliment, just a statement of fact."

Lu Jing choked for a moment. Qin Liniang covered her mouth and chuckled, while Mu Jiangli muttered again, "Who is he?"

"Alright." Lu Jing turned to everyone, "Pack your things and get out."

A female prisoner raised her hand: "Sir, will the soldier who escaped go to get reinforcements?"

"Yes," Lu Jing said, "so we'll leave immediately. Even if there are still enemy soldiers outside, it's better than being trapped here. What if they use fire or smoke?"

"Yes, yes, the adult is right!"

The female prisoners had no objections. This time, without Lu Jing's orders, they quickly went to collect the spoils, each picking up whatever they could carry.

Someone instinctively reached for the rope around Mu Jiangli's neck, but Lu Jing glanced at her and quickly withdrew her hand in fright.

Mu Jiangli rolled her eyes.

"Walk."

Lu Jing led the way up the stone steps. The female prisoners followed behind, their steps quick but orderly.

Qin Liniang walked in the middle, holding Jiang Duyue's wrist with one hand to guide her.

She needed to present herself as someone who was on good terms with Jiang Duyue in front of Lu Jing.

Jiang Duyue said nothing and followed along at a moderate pace.

As they approached the dungeon exit, Lu Jing stopped.

"You all go and wait in the yard."

"My lord?" Qin Liniang turned around.

"I almost forgot, there's still someone in the last cell. I need to go check on them."

Qin Liniang's expression changed instantly.

"My lord, please don't go. I told you before, the one inside is said to wipe out entire families and kill without blinking an eye."

Lu Jing didn't reply, and turned to walk deeper into the prison.

"My lord!" Qin Liniang took two steps after him, "Really, don't go, it's too dangerous."

"There are bandits everywhere right now," Lu Jing said as he walked. "If we can wipe out an entire family, at least we can fight. Letting out even one more accomplice is like sending firecrackers into the ground; we can't worry about anything else."

"But she—"

Lu Jing didn't stop, not wanting to say anything more.

"Sigh!" Qin Liniang stamped her foot but still followed. Several bolder female prisoners followed behind, while Mu Jiangli lagged behind. After hesitating for a moment, she also shuffled in.

Lu Jing walked to the door of the last cell.

A chain hung from the bolt. He tapped it twice with the handle of his dagger, and the chain rattled. The lock was rusty; he broke it with the back of the dagger.

Pull open the gate. Raise the torch.

A person was sitting on the haystack inside. Hearing the door open, he looked up.

As the firelight shone on him, Lu Jing paused for a moment.

This person doesn't look like a local, or even like a normal person.

Her hair was yellowish-brown, rather pale, like wheat straw that hadn't been fully dried in the autumn sun.

Its eyes are green, reflecting a cat-like light through the firelight.

She was young, in her early twenties, with a narrow face, a pointed chin, and skin that wasn't very fair but was clean.

She was wearing an ochre prison uniform, no different from the other female prisoners, but her posture while sitting on the haystack was different; her back was straight, and her hands were folded on her knees. Unhurried.

Qin Liniang peeked out from behind Lu Jing, glanced at him, and then pulled her head back in.

"The Su-yi tribe," she whispered in Lu Jing's ear, "barbarian tribe."

Lu Jing didn't move.

"And another thing," Qin Liniang lowered her voice even further, "everyone says she knows sorcery."

Lu Jing stared at the person on the haystack. The torchlight flickered in the other person's green pupils.

Lu Jing was stunned: "A demonic method?"